[I don't own Death note or any of it's Characters or something like that...]
****Authors note: This is definitely a request from a friend of mine Sachiko! She gave me the beginning ideas and well I came up with the rest, it's just an odd thing that I decided to do. If it doesn't get any reviews I don't think I'm going to continue it. Eh, but if you're reading please tell me what you think and um I promise to update this like all my other fanfictions. Anyway, please continue onto the chapter.

Kidnapped

Raito dimmed the lights slightly before taking a seat and reclining in his easy chair in front of the computer monitors. He held up the glass of fine wine between his fingers a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched the cluster of monitors carefully golden eyes observing every fluent motion of his beloved that barely knew of his existence. He couldn't help but feel a fine flutter in his chest at the sight of the red head tapping away at his game before shifting slightly to greet the blond as he walked through the front door. He many times wondered if it would make him feel better to get rid of the blond man, the blond man that came through that door nearly everyday and touched upon his beloved so casually that if it were him his fingers and skin would tingle as such a normal sensation. He smiled gently, but he couldn't do something like that, though the Death note would have made it simple and the blond was what he classified as not deserving existence but he couldn't bare to think of the pain it would put his beautiful crimson haired love, the man that made his existence complete though they had never once spoken to each other except in his dreams. He'd never allow things like this to slip from his lips but he wanted the man more that words would allow him to describe, superficial means to play down his need for the man but he was God and that's what he wanted. The crimson haired, emerald eyed man that constantly wooed his heart with Mario games and Halo and those goggles! They put him in awe of the man he longed to posses, what he knew he would posses if only in a short matter of time. Everything had been set into place and nothing would stop him at this point. It was nothing more than a simple kidnapping and it wasn't as if anymore would miss Mail Jeevas besides Mihael Keehl, the plan was perfect. He smirked slightly holding up the wine glass uttering a toast of the two of them and the space between then that wouldn't last before taking a sip, "To us."

Matt struggled to hold the cellphone between his ear and shoulder with the controller in his other hand looking for a piece of paper to write down this information. He certainly wasn't going to get up and pause his game just for someone on the phone as he patted around blindly to no avail before sighing and actually pausing pushing himself off his leveled position snatching the sticky note from it's proper place a few inches away from his reach from his spot. "Aye. Slow your roll, what do you want?" He asked blankly using his mouth to pull the pens top from the pen itself testing it on the sticky note to see if it worked. To his satisfaction something was being useful to him today as he focused his attention back on the phone. It had been good over two minutes and the person on the other side of the line hadn't spoken but knowing the people that called looking for Mello he didn't think too much about it. "Hello? Who are you looking for? I'm most likely their personal secretary." He rolled his eyes heavenward but there was still no such response. "Hey?" He waited for the dial tone but there wasn't one of those either. The person was still there..listening to him. How creepy, "I this is a prank I'll hunt you down personally and slice your fingers off." It was an empty promise he hated going outside and most likely wouldn't be leaving the safety of his living room anytime soon.

"There was another pen on the couch beside you." The voice was slow and raspy, hard enough to distinguish but what was more alarming was that it knew where Matt was. It didn't speak again apparently awaiting his reaction but Matt was smiling blankly, Mello was turning into a real joker. "What's so funny?" The voice inquired, "Smiling like that. Like this isn't important."

Matt rolled his eyes picking up the pen from the couch cushion where he was just seated. "So Mell does the King love that kind of jesting or does he leave you with the Queen and Jack?" He asked taking a seat again and crossing his legs. "How are you doing that, did you place cameras in here when I was sleep or something, you always were a weirdo." He patting around looking for his smokes before pulling them out of his breast pocket, "Mell this is really funny but seriously when are you coming home?" He quizzed into the phone not receiving an immediate answer or a laugh alarmed him. This was Mello, right? That was the only person that could put cameras up to this was some kinda of freaky in depth practical joke and they really didn't know he was looking for the pen and sticky note. Hell, he might have even been muttering under his breath while moving, that didn't surprise him any but still that underlying thought was still there. "Ha. motherfucking ha, Mell, seriously. Is this you?"

The phone was silent for a long while, "This isn't Mihael Keehl." The voice replied as Matt's eyes widened. Mello was never use his real name, his birth name the name that had threatened his life for about two years now. This wasn't his Mello this was, he wasn't sure whom this was but it wasn't his blond, hotheaded lover. "Do as I say and no one has to get hurt. Pick up the pen and write as I dictate any strange movements on your behalf will result in the death of your lover. You want to protect him, correct?" Matt nodded slowly noticing his hands were shaking slightly at this point. He was seriously frightened, not for his life but for Mello's. "Good, get the pen." He flipped it in his hand looking at the sticky note, "Going out Mell," The man began in his low raspy tone, "Hacking job. I'll bbl."

Matt wrote as the man asked him to, he couldn't live with himself if he took this as a joke and Mello was murdered by whoever was on the other side of the phone. Then again he was assuming that the person on the other end had a death note, even if he didn't why would he go through so much to acquire Mello's real name. He must have had something and a name was good enough. He prayed this was a drill from the blond and he'd just get a punch in the shoulder for failing but somehow this wasn't Mello's style. He paused slightly at the use of 'bbl' this sounded just like him somehow, how did the person know them so well?

"Who are you?" Matt asked assuming the note was done and capping the pen glancing around the apartment. He could see just about all of it from here, the kitchen filled with dishes Mello told him to clean, the bedroom door slightly ajar, living room table set up with several laptops and desktops running code but those codes were for Mello not him. All he had done was the hacking, he prayed that the blond smelled suspicion on this like he did everything else but Mello had seemed so unlike himself recently spending long hours thinking and to himself but he just thought that the man was stressed.

There was a gentle laugh on the other side of the phone, "You'll find out soon enough. Save your game and turn it off." The man said as Matt frowned. He had been observing his habits for some time it seemed as he did what was asked of him. He felt a bit odd attempting to save his game while a man threatened the life of his boyfriend, it all seemed so pointless in the eyes of Death. "Go retrieve your keys from the wall beside the door, I'm watching you, be careful any wrong moves and Mihael is dead." Again Matt moved just according to plan.

Raito couldn't help but congratulate himself on his bounty that was almost in his hands. He wouldn't have loved anything more than to have been on the phone with the red head telling him what to do but instead he allowed someone else to do his dirty work. He didn't want to approach the red head as the man that threatened the life of his beloved blond but the person there to comfort him in his time of need when it came and it would come. It had taken months before he was sure about Mello's real name and getting Misa in the correct place at the correct time but once it all fell into place he was almost giddy with anticipation. The stripped shirt man was playing directly into his hands with good reason, he didn't want the blond dead but that could be helped. As long as Matt did just as he wanted he wouldn't kill off the blond if only to keep his beloved sane enough for him. He would have preferred it more if the man didn't question everything but it was in human nature to be inquisitive and he couldn't blame him for anything, ever. It was, after all, the man that he loved so much.

Matt snatched his keys feeling his cellphone ringing in his pocket, "Mello is safe, answer the phone. Act or sound suspicious and the blond will die." The voice informed him. "Stay with the story given to you and if you fall out of line you know the consequences." The voice continued, "You have five minutes, anything longer than that and there will be a punishment."Another cruel laughter on the other side of the line but Matt had no other choice that to listen to the commanding tone. It hurt slightly but it was all he had he needed to know that Mello was safe.

"Hello?" He attempted to will his voice calm for the benefit of the blond, if he sounded strange an aroused suspicion. He stopped there, he couldn't think about it, he just couldn't. "Mell you there?" He breathed into the phone a bit breathless, his heart was jumping into his throat a familiar feeling in his stomach, a bit queasy already.

Mello grunted slightly, "What are you doing?" Mello's voice was nonchalant. The blond had no idea of the dilemma that he was currently going through and that his life was in danger. Matt felt so horrible suddenly but he couldn't spill anything with whoever it was on the other side of the phone listening and watching so intently he could feel their eyes on the back of his neck now. "Matty?"

"Huh?" He shifted a bit leaning against the door, "About to go out, get some fresh air. I've been cramped in the house for too long even I need to get out or else my skin'll get all pasty and shit." He let out a slight laugh hoping it sounded normal it didn't to his ears but Mello made no comment. "Oh and I got a job request so I have to go look into that also. I'll be back maybe after you." He said gently waiting for his response.

Mello seemed to be in agreement, "Okay. Stay safe okay?" It seemed to be more of a question, maybe Mello's suspicions were alerted by his voice. Matt perked up but Mello continued on, "I have to go, love you." Dial tone.

He leaned back against the door sliding the phone closed, red hair hanging over his face like a veil. Whoever was watching him couldn't see his face but he doubted that mattered at this point. If they didn't want to kill Mello and the blond was fine what did they want? Why go through all this trouble just to make his write a note and stick it to the fridge. Somehow even when he hung up from Mello that feeling remained in the pit of his stomach but it was mixed with something else. Something, cool and simmering, it was relief that his lover was okay.

"Happy?" The voice questioned on the phone. "Now that you've heard his voice go to your car and you'll find the instructions to your next destination. I expect you to be there in an hour, until then were still watching." The phone hung up as Matt slid down the wall, he didn't have much of a choice even now. He couldn't even text Mello without them seeing him and he couldn't tell where all the cameras were even if he could taking them down would definitely count as suspicious behaviour.

He stood quickly taking his time and locking the door behind himself suddenly extremely self conscious about all his movements now that he knew someone was watching over him making sure he didn't do anything wrong. It was a creeping sensation, the feeling Mello said he got when he found out Matt had been looking for him since he left Wammy house, now he knew that feeling except this was more intense. He had never put cameras into Mello's place of living to watch his every movements and lie in wait of the appropriate time to call him out for anything. No, this person wanted something more, this was bigger than the Kira case, this person wanted what seemed like him. But why him? He was nothing more than an average red head with green eyes, sure he might be a bit brighter than most but he had no want to use his intelligence unless it came to a request from Mello or he needed extra money in order to buy a new system as it came out. He was a bit on the antisocial side and just a tad bit lazy but he wasn't out of shape, he still couldn't picture anyone wanting him besides Mello. His eyes widened slightly, what made it occur to him that they wanted him in that way, the way Mello wanted him? That would be a bit odd, maybe they just needed him for hacking but still this was a bit more elaborate just for a hacking job, they could have simply called, all the phone lines were blocked and because of that Mello couldn't trace the call. He cursed himself inwardly climbing into the car hitting his head on the steering wheel, Mello's insecurities and paranoia was what finally killed him. He always believed it would be that or his lack of sleep, maybe even an overdose.

He looked around the car remembering the instructions were to he placed somewhere either near it on in it. Green orbs floated to the rear view mirror as he felt around the back pulling out an instruction paper complete with bullets. "Kidnapping for dummies." He mumbled under his breath starting the car. They apparently wanted him to head towards an old abandoned warehouse on the other side of town and park his car inside so it couldn't be located, he guessed it would be disposed of later, his poor baby. He ran his fingers over the dashboard but couldn't find enough sympathy to care for the car over his own wellbeing. "Intelligent kidnapping for dummies."

Traffic seemed to move by faster than usual, everything must have felt that way when he felt like he was driving to his death. He was worried about texting Mello and putting him in danger so he allowed his fears to manifest themselves throughout his imagination, clawing it's way forward until it was the only thing he could think about. Not even his favourite tunes helped they all kept reminding him of his current situation, the repetition driving him near insane. Mello was no help to him. The person was watching him. He was driving to God knows where. But what scared him the most was that he didn't know what the other wanted to do with him, do to him. The know in his stomach tightened, again. He was utterly and totally doomed.

He didn't drive the car inside, mostly because the garage door was closed but instead he parked his car outside leaving the keys where they were. Just in case he'd have the change to run he wouldn't have to worry about restarting his car. The old warehouse was falling apart, windows shattered by thrown rocks, a few graffiti walls filled with gang signs. The rusted doorknob had been turned recently but broke off in his hand as he tossed it aside, the large empty room echoing with his footsteps. He attempted to take everything in at once but there wasn't anything to take in. No weapons to fight with, nothing to hid behind they had him at a complete and total disadvantage.

"Hello?" His voice broke through the silence like a knife through water sailing through until it repeated back to him sending shivers down his spine. The repetition simply reminded him of how alone he was here like being lost on a deserted island after a plane crash. He didn't want to mention Mello, he didn't want to think about Mello he just wanted to get his death over swiftly.

A voice finally responded after several minutes, "Oh your knees. Head down, hands behind your back." It commanded as Matt nodded dirtying his pants by dropping to the dust filled floor. It seemed only minor that he had recently ordered these jeans, the only thing he could see was the ring glistening on his finger reminding him that he was bonded with Mello or eternity. His Mello. His lover. His husband.

Footsteps echoed softly behind him, rope twined around his ankles and hands to keep him from moving but he wasn't going to put up a fight to begin with. He couldn't find the will to put up a fight here but he found the fingers oddly delicate, gentle, soft, even caressing as they tightened them just enough not to hurt him but to keep him from moving. The mere feeling of it scared him, that wasn't usual but then again he'd never been kidnapped of his own slightly free will before. The assailant behind him crouched down, inches from his ear and whispered two words.

"Hello, beautiful."

****Authors note: I didn't expect this to be so long! Holy damn so for all of you guys that say I write short chapters I'm really attempting to get better and have more detail! . Jeez, review and the next chapter will magically appear. I'm not a total prick. But anyway, here you are Laura! I did it finally, told you I would, dammit. 3. Please review and tell me what you guys think!